Todays bitter and persistent rain had taken its toll on his olympian body but his sprits never dampened.The runner smiled to himself as he headed down craignish peninsula towards the village and home. But in the corners of his smile, an observant onlooker may have detected the curl of anxiety. He had not covered as much ground today as he would have liked. There was still some distance between him and his goal. No time for complacency. He wondered if the volunteers putting together the arts exhibition in the hall felt anything like the same pressure. The heron was flying along the single track road, the cormorrant was flying on the loch and time was flying,